If looks alone could cause you to self-combust from lust, you think Yamato has nearly mastered the art. The mischievous grin and lick of his lips as he closes the door to your bedroom and locks it behind him, trapping the both of you inside, has your legs turning to jelly. The sheer presence he carries, drawing your attention and refusing to let you look away, is palpable.
The room is dim, low light filtering in through the gap in the curtains covering the window. Everything is still, your beating heart and Yamato's amused hum all you can hear in your focus. He takes a step towards you, and you think you feel your heart drop in anticipation, swallowing down the want rising up in your throat.
Whatever's gotten him into this mood has your mouth dry.
"Come here, Y/N." He mutters, voice coming out with more husk than you would have expected. The command prompts you to action, closing the distance between you and your taller lover. His eyes watch you with interest, never looking away.
As you come within reach, his hand takes your jaw. He lifts your chin, leaning down to peer into your face with a smile that promises a night of fun and so much more...
"I want you to do everything I tell you tonight..." He says, eyes flicking back and forth between your eyes and your lips, perhaps debating whether to kiss you or just fuck you with his eyes. You're torn between which one you'd rather have him do, struck still by the want in his expression. "You trust me, right?"
Wordlessly, because any sort of verbal response seemed too complicated of a task at the moment, you nod your understanding and acceptance. You had no reason to distrust him, the man who you cared for so much, and the only nerves that stirred within you was the excitement of pleasure to come.
Yamato's smile widens with a tilt of his head. "That's my good Y/N..."
The press of his lips to yours is hard, insistent. Slightly chapped from being outside in the sun all day, but that just makes it easier to kiss him. He's dominating and forward. Just the knowledge that he completely overtook you both in height and by the way he ravishes your mouth with his own takes your breath away. You find yourself on the edge of your toes, pressing into it for more, eyes closed and brow furrowed.
Running out of air, you pull away reluctantly, only to see half-lidded amber eyes taking in your swollen lips and hazy expression. You pant, head feeling slightly dizzy, wanting more. "Yamato..." He name leaves your lips with a whine.
"Take off my clothes." He instructs, tone clearly indicating that he expects you to follow it. Disobedience doesn't even cross your mind, and your hands reach for the large purple and white bio-dasuki that secured his clothing to him. You're only half surprised to find them shaking a little.
The bound thick binding drops to the floor at his feet with a thud, and the red pants follow soundless moments later. He simply stands there, waiting patiently and with that stare that tells you just how much he's looking forward to wrecking you soon enough. A whimper bursts from your throat at the thought, a curse right after it when you can't seem to manage getting the ties to his white shirt opened.
He laughs, reaching up to help you along. "You're so excited, aren't you? No need to rush, little Y/N. I'll have you coming undone soon enough. Just like this..."
With a shuffle of fabric, the shirt falls open and to the floor, leaving him completely bare to you. Large, supple breasts draw your eyes, and they bounce ever so slightly when he laughs again. He steps past you to the bed, turning and falling to sit back on the edge. His legs spread wide for comfort, he leans forward so his breasts are within easier reach.
"I want you to touch them." Yamato says firmly, jutting his chest out when you eagerly comply, stepping into the opening between his legs.
They feel so heavy in your hands, so soft and tender as you squeeze and mold them under your fingers. Pleased at the way you make him feel, his smile simmers down to something heady and warm. Knowing that you can make him feel this good...desire creeps up the back of your spine and in the pit of your stomach. You press his breasts together and roll your thumbs along the top of his nipples, hearing a little hitch in his breath.
"Put them in your mouth and suck on them." Is his next command.
You abide by his wish, taking one nipple and swirling your tongue around it. The taste of his skin is intoxicating, salty from sweat and something more. Your fingers still tend to the skin around where your mouth pays attention, providing as much pleasure as you can.
A hand at the back of your head presses you closer, urging you to take more of his breast into your mouth. You do your best, but with as large as they are, you're doomed to only manage a small portion of his flesh at a time. If only you had a bigger mouth...But he's pleased with your enthusiastic response all the same, and hums his approval.
You want to please him. You want him to whisper your name as he grows steadily more wet with need. Nothing else seems to matter right then and there.
You switch to the other side, and it's then that you feel Yamato's hands peeling away the layers of your own clothing, baring more and more skin to him as he goes along. Your garments gather at the floor where his own now lay forgotten, until you're just as naked as him. You shiver as his hand lovingly traces your neck and further down to your chest.
"You're so good with that mouth...should I give you a reward?"
"Yes. Please." Maybe you sound a bit desperate, your voice wavering with how quickly you respond, but you couldn't find it within yourself to care. "I want it, Yamato...want it rough..."
You're practically vibrating with need at this point, and Yamato can clearly see it too, eyes trailing down to your nether regions with interest.
"You want my cock that badly, do you?" Something sparkles in his eyes when you nod, and the next thing you know, he's grabbed you by the waist with those strong arms and twisted, tossing you onto your back on the bed. He hovers over you, much larger frame dwarfing your own. A predatory gleam settles in his expression. "You'll get much more than that, little Y/N. Stay right here and don't move."
Despite his order, you can't help but squirm upon the bed's comforter, anticipation making you pant with need as he turns away and retrieves something from a drawer at the other end of the room. You know exactly what it is without needing to see it, eyes riveted on his toned back and thighs. His muscular frame, honed from hours of training and physical work, is truly a delicious sight to behold.
He expertly secures the strap-on against his pelvis, turning to give you an appraising look as he strokes it up and down with some lube to keep it slick. And when he sees your unconscious movements, his head tilts.
"Ah, so needy when you squirm like that. I want to see you like this all the time." He returns, once more taking his place to kneel above you. The incredible difference in your sizes sets your heart on an irregular beat against your chest. The way his thick arms stand to either side of your head, holding your wrists down, thighs easily spreading your legs apart. They stretch with a pleasant burn. You're feeling dizzy again, drunk on lust for this incredibly sexy man.
Dear god, if you were dreaming, you hoped you never woke up.
Yamato takes a moment to line up the tip of the cock to your hole, prodding gently and teasing that first thrust. His breasts dangle right above you, so close and yet just out of reach of your mouth. Your tongue darts out of your mouth to lick yours lips. He catches the movement and gives you a wicked look.
"Tell me how much you want it, Y/N. I won't start until you do." Is his promise, waiting to hear you beg for it like the lust-addled addict you were. He held all the power, and while you loved him for it, it was oh so frustrating for your needy body.
You whine, desperately shifting your hips to try getting him to insert the cock into you, but he retreats just enough to deny it. "Yamato, please..."
"Ah ah...Not good enough. Come on, don't you want me to fill you all the way up?" His canines are sharp as he smiles, laughing when you try one more time to make him just fuck you already. Teasingly, he strokes the tip against the hole, before pulling away just in time. "Say it like you mean it, little Y/N."
"I want you to fuck me...so badly..." You keen out, uncaring how your voice cracks and your fingers curl into fists above your head. Your back arches, breath leaving your chest in a rush. "I just need your cock, Yamato. I can't wait any longer, I just...I need you right now."
"See? That's all you had to say." Is his mirthful reply, blessedly pressing the tip of the cock back to your hole once more, no teasing this time around. "Get ready, then."
As the slicked cock presses inside of you, leaving your bottom half feeling tight and tense from the penetration, you let out a relieved sigh. It's so good, having him consume every part of you. You're powerless beneath his hands and against the strap-on currently buried to the hilt inside of you. The trust you bestow to him here and now makes you heart thump painfully hard in your chest.
Watching your expression, Yamato pulls back slowly before snapping his hips forward, quick and fierce. You moan, strangled and low. That coil of pleasure began to build once more as his pace quickened until he was fucking into you with reckless abandon. His strength is astounding. You might have to worry about breaking the bed. It wouldn't be the first time...
You'd never understand how he was able to keep up such a frenzied pace for so long, barely looking winded even as you're losing your mind at how good it all feels, but the only real thought you can come up with as he wrecks you with his cock is that you wanted to cum fast and hard against it.
It takes you several moments to realize he's saying something to you. Low, ragged praises as he fucks you absolutely stupid.
"So good at taking my cock. Were you thinking about it all day? Wanting me to pin you to the bed and fuck you until you couldn't walk?" His smile widens, seeing that you can't even muster a word in reply. Moans are the only thing you're capable of now.
"Little Y/N wants to cum?" A particularly debauched groan escapes you, which Yamato takes as a yes. "You've done so well. I think you deserve it."
Surprise overtakes you as he suddenly pulls out form you. Leaning back and grabbing you by the waist once more, you find yourself on your shaking hands and knees, facing away from him. But you don't even have time to miss the body contact, Yamato quickly resuming his place behind you and sinking the thick cock into you once more.
"Yamato~!" You shout, the new angle allowing him to thrust deeper into you, sending tingles down your spine. You can feel his whole body pressed against yours, large and powerful. He could handle you any which way, move you how he wanted, could envelope you fully and you'd thank him after.
Your fists grab the comforter and also act as a brace against his fearsome snaps of his hips. His hands pulling your hips back to meet each thrust causes your whole body to jolt with pleasure.
"I-! Ahhh....I-!" You don't know what you're trying to say, voice broken and hoarse from all of your noise. The build-up inside of you has become too much, and you teeter precariously at the edge of oblivion.
"Can't get enough of you, Y/N..." Is his breathless murmur, barely audible over your own ragged moans. "Wanna see you cum."
Suddenly his hand shoves you down against the bed by your back, ass still up so he can fuck you senseless through your peak. You cum hard, face pressed against the bed as you shudder in release, making quite a wet mess. Each wave of your orgasm sends little black dots swimming through your vision.
Yamato groans, the sound making you tense with lust, and he still with the cock buried to the hilt. He cums at the sight of you completely spent, shivering against him as the high of sex peaks. The room is hot, sweltering, your skin and the comforter uncomfortably wet. But you don't want to move an inch.
Several moments pass, Yamato's weight pressing down on your from above almost suffocating. Then he laughs shakily, sitting up so that he isn't leaning completely against you. His hands gently caress down your sides, slowly pulling himself out from your abused hole.
"You took it all so well, Y/N." He says, pressing a gentle kiss to your back before standing from the bed to clean himself up. You barely even move, still basking in the aftermath of your climax. If you tried to move, you don't think you'd manage more than a few inches, either. You're well and thoroughly fucked.
"That was amazing..." You say to him, eyes closing peacefully.
"I've been wanting to do that all day." He admits with a laugh, the sound of the strap-on being taken off reaching your ears. A drawer door opens, before closing only a moment later. "Just imagining you under me like that...ah, I couldn't stop thinking about it."
"Well, then maybe you should do it more often." You suggest with a little smile. The sound of his feet padding closer has you cracking one eye open. "I wouldn't mind it."
"Then maybe I will." His cheeky smile widens your own, and you feel the soft cloth wiping away at the stickiness on your legs. The comforter was a mess that was beyond cleaning with just a simple rag, but you could wash them later.
Yamato fills the silence with easy chatter as he cleans you up, the gentleness a stark contrast to the roughness he'd displayed during the act not lost upon you. He did both so well; domineering partner, and caring lover. You couldn't ask for more.
You'd still be sore later, but for now, you felt content with him taking care of you. And while you'd love to take care of his aftercare as well, you're all but useless as your limbs are still jelly. But with his tongue sticking out, he promises that he'll let you do everything next time.
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